My parents were both very strict, and I wasn't allowed any toys at the hall. My rations included a copy of My Book of Bible Stories, and a pen and note pad. My parents were strict to the point of not allowing me to draw pictures, I had to "take notes". So before I could even write, I would simply do loopdy loops on the page that looked like writing. I was disciplined for anything on a page that resembled a picture for fear I might be doodling and not paying attention the way a proper 4 year old should during a fascinating dissertation on the application Oholibah's prostitution... way to stifle a kid's creativity.
I was so envious of kids with cool toys that were allowed to crawl under the chairs and play with them. If my parents weren't looking I would take my pen and turn it into a spaceship, the Bible Story Book acting as the perfect launchpad, rocketing me and my crew far into the stars away from itchy wool suits and boring talks.
Anyone else have a story?